So I wasn't quite physically assaulted, and I don't think I'm liable to get a call from Barack anytime about this, but man did I have an interesting experience canvassing in Virginia today.
I was in one of those sketchy subterranean basement areas of an apartment building when I knocked on a door looking for a guy who was listed as being in his early twenties. I hear a "come in" shout from the other side of the door. Now, normally I don't like to do that but I guess I just threw caution to the wind and I opened the door a peak and looked inside. Big mistake!
There was an extremely portly, absolutely naked guy watching TV on the couch. Little was left to the imagination.
Now you might think my first instinct would be to run away, but not so. There's two weeks till the election and its game time. I had noticed, in my brief glimpse, that this could not be the twenty-something that I was looking for. Seeing as how the gentlemen appeared perfectly nonplussed by my opening the door while he was in that condition, I asked if the young man I had been looking for was home.
As it turned out, he had moved out of state, but was related to the gentlemen on the couch. Naturally, I inquired further, behind the closed door mind you. I ended up leaving an absentee ballot application and told the man how his relative could also print one on the Internet himself or vote absentee in-person if he came back to Virginia by November 1.
All in a day's work y'all . . .